I love beer. There are things better than beer. Things much better than beer. But those things are illegal to posess. At least without a legitimate prescription ( Read more... )

The other night, I became fixated on the phrase "belligerent Bacchanal." It alliterates. War and wine also alliterate, but don't rhyme ( Read more... )

I re-discovered rum tonight. Let's all have a round of applause for the forseeable. On the other hand, I have been running, and not smoking, since last Saturday. Let's take bets on how long that lasts ( Read more... )

First of all, I've decided to go off my medication. I'm stepping myself down. So far, so good. Also, I'm quitting smoking. Again ( Read more... )

I was the tick,
You the host.
You were the home,
I the ghost.
I was the ash,
You the fire.
You were the war,
I the mire.
I was the lover,
You the love,
You were the fall,
I the shove.

All the little pieces of my heart beat in tandem, separated though they are. Every one of them has a space in this hollow chest of mine, a space swept clean for them and them alone. And my bones, the ones that ground beneath the weight of the other half of me, they prop up the remnants of yesterday's disease. This blood of mine still carries ( Read more... )

I found myself watching the History Channel the other day. They were running a very nice documentary on the history of the NYSE. I'm sure we all covered the run-up to the '29 crash in our history classes, particularly the part about buying on margin. So, watching this, I got to thinking about the modern credit card situation. Very few of us ( Read more... )

I quit today-sort of. My boss wants to drive up here tomorrow, to "talk." He asked me what I planned to do, and I said, "Go back to the bookstore ( Read more... )

"All you need is love (horns), all you need is love (horns)." I've been wondering, which love is all I need? The receiving kind, or the giving kind? Because I can probably fake the giving kind well enough; it's completely under my control. The receiving kind, however; what can I do about that? If it's the receiving kind I need, I have a ( Read more... )

all that little tenderness, it puts the bruises to my heart